Always the same old job,
17 years of it.
Go nowhere.
Be nobody.
Do nothing.
Sheer luxury.
Shame
They got to me.
They drove me
off the deep end.
But I’m lucky
with my label,
and my safe job.
Shame I’m nuts.
Blissful,
lucky,
shame.
Mind Stew
Boil, boil, and
on it stews,
the broth that cooks,
on the stove
that is my mind.